More Than Words
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We gathered our things and began the walk through the meadow to our car, our fingers linked, Pierre running ahead of us. Jessie’s thumb ran over the back of my hand, her touch as soft as the brush of a feather. Austin hummed happily, something I could feel with his chin propped on my head. And in my mind’s eye, I saw the shadows of two long-ago lovers who had once walked right where we now tread. Who, like us, had walked toward their destiny with love and conviction.
The music swelled around me, within me, filling my heart with hope, the notes my own personal guide down the path fate had set before me. My father’s words no longer had the power to wound me. They had been replaced with words of truth and courage. But I also knew now that life was more than words. It was laughter and love, faith and joy. And mostly, it was the deep peace that came from living life fiercely and without regret.
The music swelled around me, within me, filling my heart with hope, the notes my own personal guide down the path fate had set before me. My father’s words no longer had the power to wound me. They had been replaced with words of truth and courage. But I also knew now that life was more than words. It was laughter and love, faith and joy. And mostly, it was the deep peace that came from living life fiercely and without regret.
